Christmas Inflation

You let out a satisfied sigh as you lay back in the recliner of your living room, having just gotten out of the shower and wearing nothing but a tight-fitting robe. Your right hand occupies a mug of hot chocolate, freshly brewed and steaming. The only source of light is a warmth-emmiting fireplace, it's orange flickering of light casting surreal shadows across the room. You spent a lot of time setting the tree up and decorating it with various shiny objects and small lights, and your work seems to have paid off because it looks absolutely gorgeous. You lick your legs up along with the leg rest and take a sip of your delicious beverage. You start wondering if there is nothing better than the feeling you're having right now when a violent sounding explosion of noise thunders out from the kitchen, causeing the entire house to shake.

Obviously sudden explosions are very rare, if not unheard of, so you sensibly get up and investigate. You slowly start peaking into the kitchen, acting very cautious and scanning every minute detail of the room. After a through search you realize that absolutley nothing happened. A mere drift from the window, perhaps?

You scratch your head, not because you were confused (even though you were), but because some soap was left behind in your hair and was starting to itch. This scratching was going very well until you suddenly bump your defenseless pinky-toe on a hidden metal object and curse abrubtly.

After rubbing your pain-stricken toe, which was obviously the fault of the strange metal object and not because you wern't paying any attention, you inspect the strange metal object. It's very wide, cyndrical, about half a foot tall, and was decorated with different christmas decals and drawings. You pick up the strange christmas object and turn it in your hands to reveal, or rather realize, that what you were holding a tank of helium.

A flush of red fills your face and you shyly set the tank down. You're unsure if this is some kind of trick, or a cruel mockery from someone that had discovered your desire of being inflated not unlike a large party balloon. You've kept it as your most personal secret, of which had anyone discovered you would promptly vacate to a different galaxy. You start becoming rather concerned, as evidenced by your rather uncertain expression, until you read the note that was taped expertly to the side of the tank.

"A special someone that loves you had requested I make this. I don't judge, but this is a rather strange present for me to make. You'll know what to do with it, I suppose. Also for the love of god, don't let anything puncture this. It's holding around 84 million liters of helium and would probably level the entire planet. No pressure. -Santa"

It wasn't the fact that santa himself made this that confused you. It also wasn't the 'special someone' that had requested it in the first place. Nor was it even the fact that you now possesed a possible terrorist weapon that worked by throwing it on the ground hard enough. The thing that confused you, the single lingering question in your mind, was "Does it actually work?"

You decided there was only one way to find out.

You pick up the tank and walk to the middle of your living room, setting it down extra gently. Rubbing your belly cautiously, you stand over the tank and slowly lower yourself onto it, the fact that you were wearing a robe making this process a bit easier. The nozzle of the tank was pointing straight up and very gladly invited your buttocks onto it, the cool metal being pushed up in your body making you shiver. You end up sitting right on the tank like a stool.

A deeper shade of red makes itself present and you start feeling your member coming to life, as if waking from a deep slumber. The sensation is blissful, and you stroke it with your index finger, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure. You sigh as you place a nervous hand on the valve of the tank, heavily hesitating before slowly turning it. Realizing you turned it the wrong way, you turn it in the opposite direction and feel a gradual trickle of helium get pumped into your body.

You tried inflating yourself with helium before, using the remenents of a tank from a friends party. You didn't get very big before you became rather ill. This was something else entirely. First, the helium was much, much stronger in terms of lift, practically flying through your intestines and pooling inside your gut somewhere. Second, you wern't feeling ill. In fact, you felt amazing, wave after wave of refreshing relaxation overtaking you. And finally, you were starting to inflate.

It was slow initially; a small pudge in the lower part of your stomach. Then you turned the valve a bit more, and it became much stronger. Your gut started pushing against your robe, and you rubbed it in astonishment with your right hand. Your left hand started slowly working your member again, causing you to breathe a bit heavier.

Soon, your precious tummy was pushing very tightly on your robe, a sensation that wasn't unwelcome, adding to the whole 'being blown up like a balloon' idea. Your belly had bloated out a good two feet, your robe struggling to keep it contained. The helium warring violently inside you gave a tickling sensation across your whole body. This was because the helium was starting to push itself into different parts of your defenseless body.

You watched your hands and arms puff up like sausages, slowly becoming more balloon like and taut. Your legs swelled and squeaked with each passing second, slowly become more and more immobile. At this point you were pumping your swelling rod with vigorus power. This was the sexiest you have ever felt. Forget vibrators, or inflatable butt plugs, or anything of the sort. This was the epitome of pleasure.

That is, until your arms became stiff with immense pressure and lightness, making it impossible to turn off the tank. Then it was rather terrifying. Then you felt your body becoming more and more sphereical, ripping your robe off your body, and the fear subsided. If a Guinness World Records agent was here, you would have won a certificate for Shortest time spent being afraid.

The tightness was growing exponentially inside your balloon of a body, creaking and squeaking with the smallest movements. You tried to look down, but your massivly bloated front prevented this from happening. The only thing you saw that was worthwhile was how shiny your skin had become, reflecting the dancing orange flames of the fireplace and giving a sense of helplessness.

Suddenly, your attention was drawn to your bloated shaft. It was tight, sensitive, and rubbing against the underside of your belly. At the same time, you could feel your body flushing red and tensing up. You shut your eyes as the pleasure multiplies from the intense tautness of your skin. A moan of both satisfaction and discomfort tries to escape your lips.

A surge of tautness comes over you, and you let out a quiet whimpering sound as you ball your fists and curl your toes. You braced yourself, feeling every part of your body strain and heard it's creaks and squeaks. Soon, you start shaking, the sensation reaching it's climax...

Your body tremors violently and you let out a yell as your member shoots several loads across the carpet, several minutes passing until the massive orgasm ceased. You pant heavily and as best as you can, overwhelmed in the afterglow of what was the most amazing orgasm you've ever had. Once you've settled down again, you realize the tank had stopped pumping helium.

Soon, you become rather comfortable in your ballooned state, sighing and nearly being lulled to sleep. A clicking sound is heard and the nozzle retracts into the tank, slipping out of your bum and letting you float up to the ceiling. You yelp from the sudden bounces before resting calmly, completely nude and round as a ball. Again, you start slowly fading into a deep sleep, very much enjoying what was to be the best christmas ever.